lemmingway personals

[Dennis Jones]

        When he was really quite little, Dennis would con himself back to 
post nightmare sleep by dreaming of sun-drenched beaches - those he knew in 
Aberystwyth were usually just drenched - as well as by turning over the 
pillow (it works). Well, he got his sun and his beach but, oddly, he misses 
his nightmares - being woken up by mosquitoes not being quite the same 
thing. In between he's peered down microscopes, sold insurance(-), drawn 
beer(++), drawn dole(--), driven a tar tanker, studied English & history, 
spent the worst year of his life in Bangor studying the best author of his 
life. Currently 'settled down at last'in Catalonia, caught up with potty 
training and feeling uneasy about the adios señor patatas fritas syndrome.
        But, but... Cozy someone suggested? I dunno. Bit uneasy myself about 
why we (me incl) seem drawn into inflicting all this on each other? The 
lemming list is it now then? Collective suicide of the impersonal. ( BTW is 
it really the case that they only go over the edge because of the ones 
pushing fom behind? Or do we just pick the explanation we like best?) 

                              Cmon Dennis now, don't be a bloody spoilsport.